Her voice became more and more emotional, and she no longer only made sarcastic comments to Tonatiu like in the past.
The tone when talking to him was like a superior god talking to an ant on the ground.
"It should be the former guardian of Tirisfal." Xal'atath said.
"How are you sure?" Tonatiu was also doubting that person. After all, he summoned six hellfires with one hand. In this era when even the profession of warlock may not have been born.
Only the mother and son could do it, after all, Mr. Sa lived in her son's body.
But at this time, Tonatiu also learned from Modera that the future astral mage should still be sleeping.
It is unlikely that Medivh would run to Zandalar and give himself a Doomsday Call.
And he doesn't have any grudge against him, the one who does have grudge is his current Aegwynn.
Not only does he have a grudge with Aegwynn, this grudge is quite big.
Modera stabbed her once and tricked her again.
Not only did he snatch her staff, he also threw her to the Eternal Dragon, hoping to use the Eternal Dragon's hand to kill her.
This hatred, even among ordinary people, is irreconcilable.
Not to mention Aegwynn's character.
"It should be her." Facing Tonatiu's suspicion, Xalatas said with certainty: "Those who were stabbed by me and survived, I can feel them whenever they appear near me."
"You still have this ability?!" Tonatiu doubted.
"Ha! I am the indescribable ancient god!" Xal'atath said disdainfully.
Tonatiu actually did not doubt her. The real fighting power of the ancient gods may not be extreme. The strongest ancient god could be crushed to death by a Titan.
But they have all kinds of weird and weird abilities, and all kinds of indescribable abilities, even the Titans are helpless.
The combat power may not be the strongest, but in terms of support and other aspects, the ancient gods are more powerful than the other.
Although Xalatath only has this little body left and probably only this little soul, she is still an ancient god after all.
Facing the light of Elune, Tonatiu, the desert trolls and a human girl Sara, escorted by some Rastari enforcers, returned to the consulate.
Tonatiu suddenly had an idea and asked Xalatas: "I have a question. I wonder if it would be convenient for you to answer it."
Xal'atath whispered, "Maybe I will answer, maybe I won't."
"Yog-Saron is the God of Thousand Maws, C'Thun is the God of Thousand Eyes, Y'Shaarj is the Seven-Headed Evil God, N'Zoth is the God of Thousand Beards, then, Your Majesty Xal'atath, what kind of god are you?
?" Tonatiu asked.
Xal'atath fell silent.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Tonatius asked tirelessly: "Well... eyes, throat and mouth, seven heads, and one is an octopus... Xiao Sa, you are not the God of Thousand Noses or the God of Thousand Ears.
Is the god the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara or the Thousand-Legged God?!"
"Shut up!"
Xal'atath was finally silent no longer.
"Don't call me Xiao Sa!"
"No, Xiao Sa." Tonatiu refused. "Unless you tell me, what is your true body like?! It can't really be Thousand Legs or Thousand Hands, right? Wait, you have claws! Other ancient
There seems to be no god, are you really the Thousand-Armed Guanyin?!"
"Shut up!" Xal'atath roared, and Tonatiu could tell that she was about to become angry.
However, Tonatius ignored her incompetent rage and continued: "The Blade of the Dark Empire, also known as the Claw of Xal'atath. Which means you live in your claw?! Your true body cannot be Qian
The God of Claws, right? He’s covered in claws, it’s really indescribable!”
"Shut up!"
"Xiao Sa, I want to know..."
"Shut up!"
"Xiao Sa, don't do this."
"Shut up!"
"Xiao Sa, can you just say shut up?"
Xal'atath was silent for a moment.
"Stop talking!"
She is autistic.
Tonatiu tried a few more times, but couldn't get a response from her.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
This is right.
When communicating with Miss Ancient God, you must take the initiative and not let the Ancient God gain the upper hand.
Xalatath's performance was a little out of control today, and Tonatius didn't want her to go too far, so he did it deliberately.
"call……"
Tonatiu took a long breath.
Farage's consulate has arrived.
…
…
Zanshuer.
In the palace.
The little troll girl was lying on the bed, her eyes closed peacefully, and she was sleeping.
Rastakhan looked at his beloved daughter and repeatedly confirmed from the nearby Loa priests who were good at healing that her beloved daughter was fine.
"Your Majesty. Your Highness is just frightened. With His Majesty Lazan's comfort, she will be fine."
"Okay. Let's go ahead."
Rastakhan said solemnly: "On this terrible night, I finally have some good news."
"Leave a few people here to take care of my Talanji. Come to the door with a few more executors. Let the spiritual warriors be careful!" Rastakhan ordered his subordinates.
After repeatedly confirming Princess Talanji's safety, he left Talanji's bedside. When he was about to walk out of the princess's bedroom, he couldn't help but ask the princess's maid:
"My queen. Hasn't she come out yet?"
"His Majesty."
The troll maid lowered her head.
"After hearing that something happened to His Highness, Her Majesty the Queen was extremely anxious, but she felt that she could do nothing to help. She immediately went to His Majesty Raizan's shrine to pray for His Majesty, hoping that His Majesty would be in good health."
Rastakhan was silent for a moment.
"Perhaps Talanji is safe and sound just because of my love's prayers."
"Your Majesty, we think so too." The troll maid lowered her head and said softly.
"Well, take care of Talanji." Rastakhan said before walking out of the princess's bedroom.
Walk out of the palace.
Rastakhan saw his close friend and most trusted subordinate, the Dark Prophet, standing quietly outside.
The frosty late-night moonlight shone on his golden mask, reflecting the bright light under the moonlight and dazzling Rastakhan's eyes.
"What's going on over there with the frost trolls?" Rastakhan walked over.
"It's very bad. It's very troublesome. Malak is a good troll, and his death will plunge Zul'Drak into chaos. The trolls in the frost troll consulate are all very angry," Zul said.
Rastakhan paused in his walking movements, "Zandalari don't want this either. We will make the blood trolls pay with their blood and give them an explanation."
"I already said it," Zul replied.
"Where are the victims?"
"The pension is already being prepared."
Rastakhan nodded.
He passed over the hunched Zul and walked out of Princess Talanji's courtyard, leaving Zul with a tall and strong back.
Just at the door.
His Majesty Rastakhan said without looking back: "Have you seen it a long time ago? What happened tonight."
"Sorry. Your Majesty, I can't see." Zul said apologetically, as if everything was his fault. "The blood god's filth blocked my eyes. The combination of corrosion and death can blind the eyes of the gods."
After hearing this, Rastakhan did not turn around and continued to walk out, but what he said next made the troll unclear about his emotions:
"Tonight, you called him Your Majesty seven times in total."
